Yeah...you.wanna.hang.out.tomorrow?My.space.button.is.broken.
I considered driving home in his mom's bathrobe until i realized i'd have to stop to buy cigarettes
morning outfit: hottub soaked skirt. no underwear. someone's bandanna worn as a shirt. took me an hour to walk home. this isn't fun anymore.
And i quote: "where's y'alls from comin' in with them accents?" - from a mississipi mcdonalds
you would pick up someone in the library
i have no concept of time, i feel my nose, and im seeing everything in bitty hexagons.
After he was done he gave me a case of landshark and tickets to tomorrows yankee game. This is the best nonrelationship ever
the whole story woulnd't be so depressing if i had made out with ANYONE but the piano player.
No later than 4:00 ok - I'm tying my viagra high into a superbowl halftime showstopper. Ya, you might wanna look away for that
I broke out the Krispy Kreme, and am possibly having random internet sex in less than an hour. I think I got this breakup under control.
Never thought I'd say this, but getting head from a skeleton was better than I thought. Happy Halloween
Medicine hack, old crowe and ramen flavor packets isnt a cure for the cold.
How did you interpret 'wheat thins' from 'vaginal trauma'?
he was wearing a pyjama shirt under a dress shirt under a hoodie under a robe under a rain poncho the man was prepared for anything
Southwest doesn't have zingzang bloody Mary mix. I'm gonna file a complaint with the FAA
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